Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 550: Lonely

"Nothing is impossible. Doctor Lin is a skilled doctor, but there are also things she hasn't seen." Tears streamed down her face, making Aunt Lian's face, covered with snake marks, look even more terrifying.

She stared at Shen Zhuangyuan and said in a low, slow voice, "Do you know what it takes to survive in a brothel?"

Shen Zhuangyuan lowered his eyes and turned his head away, refusing to look her in the eye. His voice softened, revealing a guilty conscience. "It's all in the past. You're no longer in the brothel. Why are you still holding on to this?"

Aunt Lian ignored him and continued to talk to herself, "It's not her extraordinary beauty, nor her clever tricks, but her inability to get pregnant.

How does it feel when arsenic enters your throat? It hurts, doesn't it? But in a brothel, we have to use arsenic mixed with water to rinse our genitals."

Shen Zhuangyuan lowered his eyes and looked at the ground, and no one knew what expression he had, but the maids present, especially those members of the Shen family who were being tortured by arsenic, were all shocked and could not believe what they heard.

Their throats burned as if they had swallowed a piece of live coal, and they used arsenic to wash their genitals. It was simply unbearable to think about it!

"Respectable ladies regard musk as poisonous and are afraid to get even a little bit of it. But for us, it is a treasure worth a thousand gold coins and we are willing to spend the little money we earn to buy it. But even if we can afford musk, we will still be poisoned by frequent clients. If we use it too much, we may even die from reverse menstrual bleeding.

The best way is to hit the abdomen with a stick, knocking the womb out, and then there will be no chance of pregnancy. But this is also a matter of luck. Sometimes the woman is beaten to death and the womb does not fall out. In some cases, the womb does fall out, but the woman is also disabled..."

These things were too shocking. Not only had the ladies in the inner chambers not heard of them, but girls from farming families like Song Ying had not heard of them either. Even the men who had visited brothels had not heard of them.

Everyone was shocked, and no one spoke except for the poisoned person's uncontrollable groans.

Aunt Lian was immersed in the past, "Luckily, I met an elderly senior who was ill with a high fever. The madam thought she was too old to make money, so she left her in the woodshed to fend for herself.

I couldn't bear it, so I boiled some chrysanthemum and honeysuckle for her to drink. Oh, by the way, this method was taught to us by the doctor when you had a high fever."

At this point, Aunt Lian's voice was tinged with sarcasm and a subtle sadness.

She paused before continuing, "Her fever subsided, and to thank me, she taught me a method. As long as the guests take it beforehand, there's no need to worry about pregnancy.

I used it, and it really worked. I didn’t get pregnant, and I even went to Beijing and reunited with you, hahahaha…”

She couldn't help but burst into laughter again, and finally stopped laughing after a while. She took a breath and stopped describing the cruel past. Instead, she said, "Ever since I made up my mind to make you childless, I've used that thing on your entire family. Your grandchildren have been growing up eating that thing. You still want to have descendants? Dream on!"

The facts were right in front of him, and Shen Zhuangyuan had no choice but to believe it. The breath he had forced himself to hold was sucked away, and he fell straight back.

The servants were so frightened that they failed to react in time. It was not until he fell to the ground that they rushed forward, calling out to the old man and checking his condition.

Seeing that he was breathing out more than breathing in, Aunt Lian laughed again. As she laughed, she thought of something and her face suddenly became worried.

She struggled to get up, but her hands and feet were bound, and she was poisoned, so she didn't even have the strength to stand. She simply fell to the ground, limping forward, muttering, "I have to stay away, I have to stay away, I can't die with you..."

Those words just now made people feel sympathy for her. A kind maid couldn't help but say, "Madam Lian, please don't leave yet. The mung bean soup will be served soon."

Aunt Lian pretended not to hear and continued to struggle forward. The maid also realized that she had said something wrong and did not dare to speak again. No one dared to untie her.

Song Ying couldn't bear it, so he stepped forward to untie the rope on her body and held her back: "Don't move, the mung bean soup will be here soon."

But Aunt Lian seemed to be unable to hear the sounds from the outside world. She was only concerned about getting away from Mr. Shen. Without the restraint of the rope, she crawled forward using her hands and feet.

One foot, two feet...

She barely crawled five or six feet before her strength ran out. But she refused to give up. She dug her fingers into the ground and moved forward bit by bit. Her eyes, scarlet as a demon's, had lost their focus. She kept muttering, "I have to stay away from you. I have to stay away from you, so that in my next life... I won't end up in the same family... and become your... sister..."

Song Ying's eyes suddenly widened. Sister?!

Aunt Lian is the sister of Shen Zhuangyuan?!

How is this possible?! How can my younger sister be my aunt? Isn't this incest...

She suddenly remembered what her master had said. Mr. Shen never stayed in Concubine Lian's room. She was a concubine sent by the superiors, but he never favored her. After the superiors stepped down, he allowed her to act recklessly. Even the legitimate wife, Princess Shun'an, had to give way again and again. It might really be... her sister.

The faces of Shen Zhuangyuan and Concubine Lian flashed in his mind. At first glance, they really didn't look alike. Maybe it was because the brother and sister were not born alike, or maybe it was because Concubine Lian had lost too much weight.

Not entirely. Their eyes are very similar, phoenix eyes, with narrow and upturned tails, which makes them look particularly imposing when they look at people.

Song Ying couldn't believe it. His own sister had fallen into a brothel. Even if she couldn't recognize her because of her reputation, he should still find a way to save her...

No, that's not right. Aunt Lian was so desperate when she talked about her experience in the brothel, and Shen Zhuangyuan didn't dare to look at her directly. Could it be that she was sold to the brothel by her family?

It's ridiculous, but not impossible. Wasn't Sister Xiaohua sold to a brothel by her own parents?

Song Ying was shocked. When he came to his senses, Aunt Lian was lying there motionless.

Because everyone's attention was on Aunt Lian just now, although the words were spoken softly, many people heard them and were all stunned and shocked.

Some people looked at Aunt Lian who was lying there, and then at Mr. Shen, whose eyes were wide open and his breath was barely moving, looking for similarities in their faces.

There were also some elderly people who knew a lot of things, and they looked thoughtful.

An unknown amount of time passed before the kitchen staff brought in the mung bean soup. The servants then became busy again, scooping and pouring the soup, but their eyes would occasionally glance at the motionless figure lying at the gate of the yard.

Her clothes were stained with blood, vomit, and mud, making them filthy.

Her frame was larger than that of an ordinary woman. She usually stood with her hands on her hips and glared, looking very imposing. But now that she was lying there, everyone realized that she was really thin, so thin that it seemed as if she was just a skeleton.

The wind blew, blowing her filthy clothes, making her look even thinner and lonelier, just like she had always been alone in her life.

PS: Some minor details have been changed in chapters 548 and 549, which will not affect the reading experience.